Some might think a traveling bookstore would be enough. After all by its third summer in operation, the bookstore had been all over Montana (no small feat), to the Brooklyn Book Festival in NY, to events in San Francisco, to Portland and to the Seattle area. It had set up in Illinois and Idaho. It had been perused by the waitress at Trixi’s Saloon in Ovando and by a cop in Choteau. It had blown a tire in S. Dakota and had a small fixable oil problem in Coeur d’Alene.
And of course there are times when the bookstore stays parked quietly at home while I wander forth with a small suitcase and only a book or two. The current adventure has me in the Czech Republic with a brief foray to Vienna, and then later to Israel, Hungary and Romania. It was really just today though while buying a canvas (my third on this trip) that I realized different places pull out different aspects of who I am. While in my hometown, I’m compelled to volunteer, to give to the community which gives so much to me. In Brno, I find myself doing art on a daily basis – perhaps the lovely morning light in the flat where I stay. In Vienna, I could sit for hours (and do) writing: writing on a bench in the midst of the Impressionist exhibit, writing in a small quiet cafe). I remember once being at the Oregon coast with a friend over a long weekend sewing. As though I had to get as much sewing done as possible even though I rarely sew. Different places draw out different aspects of me, as though there isn’t a static me but a me that changes with place.
I wonder if this happens to other people. Is it one of the reasons we travel? And how do people who don’t travel manage to see all they are capable of doing?
‘Tis the season where trees even here in northwest Montana change colors. The larch shift to a yellow brilliance, the mountain ash offers orange berries and red willows shine in the valley. The traveling bookstore just returned from the Montana Book Festival which was an astonishing event. The drive between Eureka and Missoula was a wonderful opportunity to see the season’s foliage while the festival itself delighted in so many ways. New authors and already famous ones shared words and ideas. There was an opportunity to see a vintage bookmobile from the Missoula library and to talk with numerous bookstore owners. There was art and art openings, music and poetry. There were hipsters and seasoned bibliophiles. There were MFA students and rappers. Jane Smiley inspired me to write more and Donna Kaz inspired me to work harder for social change.
As often happens, there were discussions about the traveling bookstore. How did the idea originate? How many states has it been to? Is it successful? I found that last question thought provoking as it pushed me to consider what success would be for this enterprise, a traveling bookstore that can easily set up anywhere selling used books, offering kids a chance to type on a manual typewriter and others an opportunity to try out a theremin. One man immediately set down his coffee and briefcase although he seemed to be in a rush because, as he put it, “I’ve always dreamed of playing a theremin!”. Or Caroline Patterson who took to the theremin instantly and I wondered if it had to do with her name as Carolina Eyck is a theremin virtuoso. But these are all tangents, an indication of how full and varied the Montana Book Festival was over the three days. Now back in Eureka, the question about success still sits there unanswered.
Can the answer be framed in monetary terms? When the traveling bookstore starts bringing in x amount of dollars, it will have achieved success. Or is it the quantity of social media – how many likes on Facebook or followers on Instagram? Perhaps success for the bookstore should be measured in personal terms such as the amount of satisfaction gained from having discussions while set up in Missoula or Portland or Eureka or Rock Island. Or as someone said, “As long as you enjoy doing it, keep it up.” As always, there is the sense that if I had just done a business plan before diving into this, I would know how to measure success.
I am continually surprised by the number of people who indicate that they would like to have a traveling bookstore but the stars just don’t align. They don’t have the time or don’t like being gone from home. Or they would never consider driving this thing in San Francisco or New York. I do feel fortunate to have the opportunity to be the driver/owner of this particular bookstore. And perhaps success – or at least the meaning of it in the case of this traveling bookstore – will manifest over time. Like life. As Aristotle pointed out, “One swallow does not make a spring, nor does one sunny day; similarly, one day or a short time does not make a person blessed and happy.” Perhaps it is something to consider in the business of a traveling bookstore as well.
It started when two Czech friends happened to visit around the time my local book club was going to meet. The two young women had enough time (and enough English) to read the month’s selection and attend; A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman and of course this group in Eureka does it up right. The woman who hosted the book club in September prepared a delicious Iranian meal. We had a very good discussion and towards the end of the evening, one of the Czech women lamented it was too bad there weren’t book clubs like this in her country. I felt surely there must be but when we did a cursory Google search as one tends to do when such questions are posed, we saw book clubs aren’t nearly the phenomena in the Czech Republic that they are in the US.
While looking at articles and such about book clubs in other places, I read about book clubs in the US, the millions of members and wide variety that have developed here over the years. I realized this was a force to be considered. Not that the demographics are identical across book clubs or even within book clubs. Actually it is one of the factors that makes the local book club here so awesome – we have a variety of political views, religions, ages and formal education, and yet we manage to have respectful discussions on all sorts of topics ranging from marriage to immigration to education to death. There is a core element that keeps us meeting (this club started back in the mid 1990s!). Perhaps its the thirst to learn, a love for reading and an interest in sharing ideas.
Recently while attending a Humanities Montana meeting, the idea was raised to find ways to exchange information across book clubs. I realized this was a great idea but how many book clubs have a public presence to make something like this viable? I began to ask around. Most book clubs don’t even seem to have a name. One woman who belongs to three clubs described them as the one that meets the first Tuesday and then there is the library one and…. And even with a name, how would they be contacted? In many ways this makes the phenomena of book clubs even more remarkable. They aren’t often started by a formal entity although there are plenty that take place in libraries and bookstores. They don’t usually have a name, tax ID number or even a web presence (some do seem to use Facebook for exchanging information). So here is this significant group, millions and millions of readers according to some studies, who attend book clubs, who are able to hold civilized discussions and there isn’t an easy way to track them down. Despite this, I believe book clubs make a significant difference. Not only do they help book sales, they enhance communication in communities, they provide a vehicle for people to share stories and views. They help us think and, yes, they give light on others’ points of view.
This weekend is the National Book Festival in Washington, DC. Although the traveling bookstore will remain parked at home, I will go to work the Montana booth at that festival representing Humanities Montana. It’s an opportunity to tell people about the wonderful writers we have here, to lure them to read Judy Blunt’s Breaking Clean, Debra Magpie Earling’s Perma Red, Craig Lancaster’s 600 Hours of Edward, Pete Fromm’s Indian Creek Chronicles and so many more. It’s a chance to let people know there is a rich literary tradition in a state that stretches across expanses of plains, forests and mountains. Montana also has many talented writers under the big sky.
Then at the end of September the Montana Book Festival happens. The traveling bookstore will be there as one of many events including panels, readings, poetry slams, and of course, the infamous Pie & Whiskey at the Union Club on September 28. I suppose my deep appreciation of these book festivals is akin to sports fans going to a tournament. Its a rush to be surrounded by so many people who enjoy books and who want to read. And, as often readers are good storytellers, I will surely get to hear some wonderful stories while at the huge Convention Center in Washington and when set up with the traveling bookstore on the streets of Missoula.
It is part of having this traveling bookstore business that I surely appreciate – the stories that people share (or hint at). Last weekend with the traveling bookstore at the Lincoln County Fair, a young boy typed a story about his pig. In reality the pig was being auctioned at the fair and then sent to the butcher’s. In the boy’s story, the pig had many adventures, being recognized for its cognitive abilities and bravery rather than its meat. A girl with a Wonder Woman symbol painted on her face stopped to look at books and type. She wrote a long story which she said was private, typing, going off for ice cream, coming back to type more. She did an entire page before pulling the paper out with a flair and heading back into fair activities, the page neatly folded and secure in the back pocket of her jeans. And then there was the older gent who was searching for Louis L’Amour books. Yes, there were a few in stock at the traveling bookstore, but he knew so much about Louis L’Amour that we eventually sat down so I could hear the full biography. Stories and books. Yes, definitely looking forward to the upcoming festivals.
summer and here we are moving towards the end of August. There are still more events happening so you can catch the traveling bookstore in northwest Montana before the snow flies.
And the traveling bookstore has slightly expanded its repertoire. Besides a great selection of used books in all sorts of categories, there is a wonderful selection of postcards from all over the world, blank greeting cards and even a typewriter (with a fresh ribbon). You can type your sweetie a poem or write a serious note to someone in Washington to express your ideas and offer suggestions. And now we even have a theremin. It is a musical instrument unlike any you have probably tried. Odd enough that it doesn’t seem the least bit threatening. You don’t have to actually touch anything to play it. If you haven’t experienced a theremin yet, now might just be the time. Stop by the bookstore and give it a spin. Meanwhile you can see how a virtuoso does it in this clip with Carolyn Eyck. The theremin and the typewriter seem to be a good combo – wonderful inventions that allow people to be creative without overwhelming them. At least that is how I feel when I interact with each of them. And both compact enough to fit in a traveling bookstore. What could be better?
June had the traveling bookstore in Portland and San Francisco. July had it in western Washington state. There was the day set up at Kent Station. You might think this would be mundane. A yawn, just another bookstore day. Nope. Its not like that with the traveling bookstore business. Each time the door is opened and the accoutrements set out, a new adventure unfolds. The day at Kent Station had a group of artists sketching the bookstore in the morning light. It was the first time to use Square so customers can decide how they want to pay for their literary treasures. It was a conversation with an older woman about St. Rita’s Church in Tacoma. It was asking customers to add to the sandwich board so now the concept of traveling bookstore is in English, Japanese, Hebrew, French and Korean. It was sushi for lunch and delicious homemade cookies for an afternoon snack. It was meeting two young teachers who helped get the word out on their social media.
And then the bookstore left the urban scene to drive up numerous curves and through tall trees, beside sparkling lakes and signs advertising huckleberries for sale. It bumped gently down a dirt road near Ashford to park for a few days. A small but intense group of people there found books on poetry and philosophy and music that fit their tastes. And the bookstore picked up some new (used) books for its shelves including a volume of Blake, a guide to Mt. Rainier and an excellent English translation of the Tao Te Ching. Then back down the winding roads leaving the cedars and quiet lakes behind to drive north through Seattle and to Bellingham.
Even when not officially set up, there are spontaneous discussions. A clerk at a Seattle music store came out to the parking lot to ask about the bookstore. People ask about it when we stop to get gas. A couple from Illinois wondered about starting their own traveling bookstore business. A man from Eugene sitting in a bar saw it out the window and wondered how it worked. And always invitations to bring it to new places and different events. The traveling bookstore business can be a slippery slope. Surely one could be on the road 365 days taking it to urban centers and quiet towns, to music festivals and birthday parties. But it also feels good to have it parked at home. There is a chance to change out the books, to put in new options for curious readers. There is a chance to get the oil changed and to sweep out crumbs (yes the driver does eat cookies sometimes). And to read.